Angry Tiger Eyes Novels & Stories

I feel my eyes fill with unshed tears as his hold on my chin gets more painful. “Get this in your head…love…” he hisses at me with his fury. His eyes seem to look much more demonic when he is angered. The intensity in his eyes , overwhelm me making my tummy pain with scared butterflies. I begin to whimper , trying to pull away from him but this only seems to make him much more angry. He grabs my arm , luckily the arm that was free from any wounds , and pulled me closer to him so that I would not be able to move away from him.

Those beautiful green eyes quickly fluttered from sleepy confusion to a very wide-awake anger. “YOU FUCKING PERVERT!”

Tiger shot me a murderous glare with his reddened eyes, I knew that I should have kept my mouth shut. "Get the fuck out!" He thundered one more time. Terry crawled out of the room, leaving a messy trail of blood behind him. Tiger slammed the door after him and locked it noisily. I was already shaking, silently urging the cuff to release me. There was this unspoken air of menace around him, as he took long strides towards the bed where I was cuffed to. He flopped on the bed violently, the movement making me bounce on the bed. His eyes seemed, to me, like little fiery balls of fire, I was so scared to even look into his eyes.

INEZ I saw rage, fury, and madness. His eyes were lit on fire. The look that he had on his face made me wanna run away from him. He was glaring at them without even blinking for a single second. His hold on me increased but it was very gentle. His clenched jaw was strikingly noticeable in the dark. He was pissed. Mad. I never thought you could see a real monster who is angry beyond repair, yet here I was in the arms of one very angry monster. He was fuming. His hot breath kept hitting my forehead. His chest was rising and falling constantly with all the heavy breathing.

My eyes felt wet, hot tears slipping down from my cheek, blurring his furious face. "I bought you, Lina, and you have no right to call out any man's name in this house!" he roared, his voice laced with a terrifying possessiveness. I could see anger seething in his eyes, a dark, burning fire that threatened to consume me. His teeth were gritting, a harsh, rasping sound, and a faint drool appeared at the corner of his mouth, making him look truly monstrous, like a wild beast. What kind of beast is this? I thought, my mind reeling in terror.

So the fact that she's even more beautiful than she already was before, makes me even angrier. I'm about two heads taller than her now, she has fair skin that looks like snow, long curly and golden hair, a perfect body in the shape of an hourglass to put it simply with that tiny waist of hers. Not to say about the cherry on the cake… her dangerous ruby-red eyes. I had forgotten about them, but now, seeing from where I am, they make her absurdly gorgeous. And it's annoying. And now, this gorgeous creature I hate more than anything, is crying… It makes me sick.

Then Kenny changed. Not completely. Not the dramatic Hollywood version I would have imagined if anyone had asked me to imagine it, which no one ever had because this wasn't something people imagined. It was subtler and more terrifying than that. His eyes changed first — deepening to something amber and luminous that had nothing to do with the warm brown I knew. His frame expanded slightly, shoulders broadening, presence intensifying until he filled the room in a way that had nothing to do with physical size. The air around him hummed.

My chest burned with the weight of every eye, every blade waiting for me to falter. At the edge, I halted. Slowly and deliberately, I spun the Alpha and shoved him forward, claws still digging deep. His chest rose and fell, rage and humiliation battling in his eyes. “Let this remind you.” I said, my voice low but loud enough to carry. “The Tigers bow to no one, and if I learn you’ve touched what is mine…” I paused as I my claws grazed his neck one last time, drawing another bead of blood. “I will return, and I won’t leave you breathing.” With that, I shoved him hard, sending him stumbling back into his own ranks.

He looked with his bloody eyes at the one who ran away, quickly running towards them, blocking their way Fight me, you rewards! He screamed in his mind angrily, even though he knew they didn't hear him, but he was angry, blindly angry! They hurt his girlfriend, they simply hurt her! They wanted to kill her with the despicableness His anger increased, and his fur became black mixed with red, indicating his overwhelming anger A tear fell from his eye as he reached out and grabbed one of the wolves that howled for help To make it into guts in his hand and throw it at them

At the sight of Angeline clad in a smart suit and her long black hair hanging loosely down her waist, his eyes glistened with an imperceptible delight. As Jay walked to the door, Angeline looked calmly and indifferently at Marilyn. "We’re here to visit Tiger, Marilyn." Marilyn held Angeline in awe and veneration. When she heard that she was here to see Tiger, she quickly shouted at Tiger, "Come here, Tiger." When Tiger scurried over with his short legs, Angeline bent down to meet him. This was her first time meeting Tiger. He had slender eyebrows, a flat nose, bony ears, and thick lips.